Chapter 3 #2
Pain would come from such a stretch; it always had. Knowledge of this went to war with her pleasure-drunk psyche. She began to tense, to mew. To move her hips as if they might wriggle that fullness away. “I can’t!”
Omega muscles clenched to keep him out, but were ineffective with his fingers there to open her up, to show her she could handle more.
He penetrated.
Yet… it did not hurt.
Slow as he was, shallow, sharp thrusts let her learn just what those ridges and rings could do. Brenya was made to feel, to recognize, that there was no suffering. That he was speaking soft words to her in her panic, coaxing his mate to heed that his arms were safe.
She couldn’t bring herself to look between them, neck arched so the blood-red ceiling filled her gaze. Lips came to her exposed throat. A nip on the mark that made her insides flutter and pulse. A sucking kiss to her upturned nipple, a gentle bite to the fleshy underside of her breast.
A thumb in her belly button, working in a clockwise motion, seemed to wind her up like a clock, building pressure in her sex as Beta cock sank deeper in her core while his fingers fluttered at the roof of her cunt.
Kneeling between her trembling thighs, sweet female hips propped on the pillows he’d prepared so he could do all of this at his leisure, Jules’s fingertips tickled secret places Jacques would never dream to explore.
And he continued to thrust forward, inch by inch.
When at long last his cock was fully seated, Brenya was initiated by a master into the secrets of how a Beta properly fuck a needy Omega.
Her chest thrust up, head thrown back, she felt him gently urge her right leg to hook his waist, hitched her left to butterfly, opening her so the fingers still jammed inside her could fan back and forth, massaging more diligently than a stationary, pulsating knot ever could.
Jules thrust slowly, creating more than the feeling of a knot, more than the feeling of a huge cock. Seducing with texture and technique. Softly spoken filth, and true fondness. Moving like a dance, working at her nerves until she sang.
No Alpha could do this; their anatomy would never allow it with a knot in the way. But Jules? He could offer her two pleasures at once, exponentially greater ecstasy to endure.
It wasn’t another climax that shimmered through her veins.
Jules was careful not to push her that far too soon, but it built just as beautifully.
Thawed where icy fear had scratched. Restored her, banishing the last of Jacques’s fervent wrath, drawing her full attention while Jules’s lips roamed where they would.
She tried to urge him on, rocking her hips against such perfection, wanting him to spill. But he refused.
“Your first time should be slow. There is no need to rush this, my darling. There… good. Move your hips this way if you like the pressure here.” The fingers inside her pressed east and west, wrapping the sides of his cock to stretch her, teasing in a way that was decadent and sweet.
“Or rock like this, if you’d rather feel sharper pleasure here.
” He hooked his touch and pulled upward on her pelvis, prodding the place behind her pubic bone until slick squelched out between his fingers.
It was too much, her clit trying to retract inside its hood.
To show her what more he could offer, the meat of his palm pressed against the little nub, working her from the inside and outside at once.
Toes curled, her eyes finally flashed to his, to see him watching with pure lust as he studied her every reaction.
He was devastatingly beautiful unclothed, the swirling tattoos on his chest the most striking math she had ever seen.
Tracing the patterns with shaking fingertips just like he’d shown her earlier, she tried.
Explored the hard muscles of his arms, the ripping flesh of his abdomen, the strength of his back and buttocks.
She touched him in a way she had never touched Jacques… no halfhearted pats. No memorized strokes up and down.
Smiling over her, thrusting slow, measured, and fully in control, he purred, “Come as many times as you wish. Let him feel it, all the things I’m going to do to you. I want to watch.”
“Watch?”
All it took was a flick of his wrist, and she was there, a pulsation of pleasure built in her belly, compelling Omega cunt to squeeze around him in a way that would have forced the bloom of Alpha knot.
As her insides wrung Jules’s cock, he worked the circling thumb at her naval more deeply, but remained gentle as the fingers in her sheath waved forward and back, as if beckoning her to give him every ounce of her joy, undulating in time with it all.
Breath coming in short pants, mouth open and eyes wide, Brenya could offer little more than strangled female noises, a shimmering, strange vibration in her throat—a song, a hum, cut with cries and gasps.
Milking him with all her strength, her body begged for cum, tried to squeeze it out of him, and the melody became more than music; it became a true little death.
Climax subsided, soft and gentle, as if it hadn’t just ravaged her with its ferocity. But it was not complete. Despite the workings of her body over his cock, what she needed, Jules had not been compelled to provide.
Ejaculate.
She’d seen his eyes pained with his own pleasure at her body’s inner clench, but ever in control, Jules had resisted climax. Still hard, never having broken rhythm, he still fucked her with the same agonizingly slow tempo.
“I need—” Just as she started to speak, his finger altered their position inside her, another secret place explored with a tapping pattern she swore she felt plucking at her nipples from within.
Just like that, he stole her ability to speak.
A man who rarely displayed expression looked upon her with warmth, smiling as he denied her another quick finish.
“Not yet. This is your first time, remember? What kind of husband would I be if I put my pleasure before yours? There are secrets to learn yet, and so little you know of your body. I will teach you, please you, so long as you keep singing for me.”
The strange vibration in her throat, the hum, picked up as she ran her touch over the strength of him. Explored, indulged, and followed his expert lead.
Omega orgasm he could summon or dispel on a whim, watching the moment of her fluttering belly, praising the little hands that stroked and touched whatever they wished. He would kiss her, take little bites in places he knew would make her writhe.
She would do the same to him, seeking out his secrets, grinning at any sweet things that caused him to hitch or lose focus.
Everything was utterly new.
Innocent.
Every little spiraling mark on his skin, she memorized, certain she could recreate them in exact duplicate should the mood strike her.
And though all was thrilling and fun, Omega nature lost patience when her womb wanted what a mate was duty-bound to give. Eventually, reason faded, Brenya aching for the man to spill his seed and give her what was hers.
Even in chasing his own release, Jules was careful. Beautifully firm with each tempting thrust, and painstakingly deliberate in his withdrawal.
She watched, captivated by the organ she could glimpse beside his wrist. Thicker than Jacques at the root, Jules stretched her little body with divine fullness, his ridge-circled shaft teasing as they moved within her, adding to her pleasure.
Lost in her need, Brenya begged him to fuck her harder, fervent for his semen, and sobbed when her next blinding orgasm drew Jules to roar out the beginnings of his release. That unique shaft kicked, shooting ropes of thick, sticky cum right where it was needed.
No knot followed to lock them together, no watery Alpha cum to leak out and make a greater mess. But his fingers worked their magic and kept her reeling while he filled her with everything she might want.
She could feel it warming her from within. Angling her hips to draw him deeper, her body instinctively knowing what to do with such a gift. Her pussy drank him down as she fluttered around him. Sweet cunt lathering him up, undulating in its squeezing rhythm to drain his balls of every last drop.
In this, she got her revenge. Every filthy sound a man might make, Brenya drew from him, instinctively holding him close so the seat of her bond met his.
She stroked his back as if he were the one in need of comfort.
Ran her fingers through his short hair as he panted and pressed her hips down into the nest.
Manipulated the male in the way only an Omega could, because his cum was precious.
And held him tightly to him with her legs, until her pleasure was fully realized… and then extended, Jules’s devious touch still working to surpass the simplicity of a knot so he might give her so much more.
Never had Brenya felt so connected to another person. Panting under him, her mind blossomed, and it felt as if she were coming awake for the first time in her life.
Staring at the ceiling while a spent male’s heavy body beautifully crushed her into her nest, she whispered sweet things while he panted from his exertions.
Uttered nonsense confessions, such as, “You smell even more beautiful than the air outside the Dome,” and, “The empty space inside my chest feels strange.”
Jules wasn’t so quick to collect himself, reveling in her caresses, pinning her under his weight. Fully satisfied, he indulged in her attention, purring loudly, nestling until she would not be able to move.
Pulling his fingers from her core, he leaned on his elbow to look down at Brenya’s content and drowsy smile.
This was his woman.
Smoothing damp brown hair from her forehead, he murmured, “You were wonderful.”
The shy blush on her cheeks was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
She yawned, exhausted by all of it, and closed her eyes.
Every last grasping corpse in his mindscape moved in unison to claim her, climbing up the soft sands of her shore, reaching for the light hidden there. Luring her to sleep, silently storming her consciousness.
On the cusp of dreaming, she was unaware of the full extent of his incursion, failing to resist when aftershocks of pleasure lulled her into dreams.
“Come,” Jules murmured, rolling their bodies so she might use his shoulder as a pillow. “There will be no nightmares tonight.”
Her light was fully in his power, utterly engulfed. Jacques could not get through, Jules thoroughly amused to feel him try, and try, and try. And fail.
And Brenya? She could not get out.
Some part of her sleeping mind must have known she’d been trapped, for she stroked at the walls Jules had built around her, as if seeking a crack to slip through.
There was no escape.
She slept, and he held her, comforted her, his demons teasing and guiding her dreams. Through his vigil, he gave her peace, white flowers, and thoughts of him.
Wind in her hair, a walk in the woods. Warmed by the sun, with a man at her side.
A man she must trust, no matter what she may see.
A man with dark hair and limpid blue eyes who interlaced his fingers with hers and reminded the dreamer that he would be with her forever—that everything he would do was for her highest good.
And that she had to love him anyway.